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[pinkeffinprofessional]

If you don't know who the fuck you're trying to reach, then hang up the fucking phone. If not, leave a message. Try to make it snappy, will you?

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[newendyked.livejournal.com]

[What the fuck is this. Are they in league with each other? He should have known. Mr. White can't leave him alone, can't live and let live, let him sort out his own strange divergent past. Caramel green eyes sharpen from one man to the other, then he turns on his heel to leave.]

Fuck it.

[whitetwoguns]

[Is this fucking real? Both large hands spread with the cigarette between his lips like an exhaust pipe.]

What the fuck happened here?

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Nothing! Nothing happened!

[Pink is fumbling for his own cigarette. Fuck. Fuck what the fuck.]

[newendyked.livejournal.com]

[You guys have fun trying to figure it out. He's not staying for the conversation. He doesn't want to hear what they have to say about him.]

[whitetwoguns]

[What is this? What the fuck is this even? The old man silently shakes his fists and tells Pink to fuck off. That's silent too, fist and arm the good old fashioned way. Don't worry, weasel. He'll gladly apologize. Right now things are so goddamn unstable he doesn't even know what to think.]

Orange, you going to turn down a drink?

[Because you know what? They're not gonna talk about bullshit.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Pink grumbles and stamps his feet a little, shuffling to try to warm up, moving away a little, looking away.]

Fuck.

[newendyked.livejournal.com]

[This is probably the most young Freddy Newendyke Mr. Orange gesture he's done all day...instead of saying any more, he throws his middle finger over his shoulder.]

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[mintjulep]

[ Well, actually, it's a picture of a bottle with something liquid and blue in it. ]

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

is that the space booze?

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[mintjulep]

one of them, yeah. the Romulan Ale. managed to get some over the weekend.

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

so when you coming over?

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[mintjulep]

what are you cooking tonight?

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

pork tenderloin with apricot chutney. i considered couscous but there's only so much fucking irony one man should be able to take.

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[mintjulep]

think that'll go well with illegal blue alcohol?

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

i say we find out

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[mintjulep]

sounds good to me.

hope you don't have anywhere to be tomorrow morning, because you're going to be way too hungover to get there.

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

you're the one with the 9-5

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[mintjulep]

i'm taking the night shift tomorrow. i'll be fine.

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

if you say so. come over.

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[mintjulep]

what time?

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

seven.

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[mintjulep]

see you then.

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

sure

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[mintjulep]

[ Sure enough, at seven, here comes a knock. ]

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

[The door opens and Pink doesn't even say hi before going back in the apartment. Pink's cat mrrows and goes to greet Bones]

So how'd you get this shit anyway?